Left Neglected Novels & Stories

“If it weren’t for me, Peter might still be alive. None of you would have had to rebuild your lives across an ocean.” The timer turns red. Three minutes. “I thought the company would recover and I could replace what I took. I was wrong. I destroyed Peter and my own family.” Rosalie presses her palm to the glass. “Dad, it’s over.” “Take care of yourself, Rosie.” “You too.” Richard follows the officer toward the steel door, then looks back. Rosalie is smiling through tears, her palm against the glass. “Four more months,” she mouths. “Mom and I will bring you home.”

I know the loss of your son has been devastating, but you can't seriously think my son is actually yours, can you? "No way!" Jasmine, shaking uncontrollably, refused to confront the painful truth that her own child had died due to her negligence, and she screamed hysterically, "Your son should've been the one who died, not mine! You, with the White family's clout, swapped my baby!" Jasmine's outburst drew the curious eyes of bystanders and mafia members alike, and it was not long before the hospital's operators and managers, the White family elders, emerged to see what the commotion was about.

Not yet. He walked back towards the window. His reflection appeared faintly. As he stared, his eyes grew colder and he whispered to himself, “ One day you will understand. And when that day comes, no one will be able to ignore me.” The city lights flickered faintly. And somewhere in the distance, something was already moving closer.

“But this cannot wait.” I already knew what this was about even before she said it. There were things in this territory that had been neglected for too long, especially the Omega districts in the outskirts, places that had slowly fallen into poverty and neglect until they became unsafe and forgotten. I remembered Giulia and Bianca mentioning it earlier too, their voices carrying both concern and frustration. It was the same issue Noemi had been quietly worried about for weeks, something that had been abandoned after Ginevra lost interest in maintaining it, leaving the area to deteriorate until crime filled the gaps left behind.

Despite my flesh rotting away, my soul did not dissipate. I experimented a bit and found that my soul could only stick close to my mother, Jean, or my brother, Tanner. The sight of my body didn’t draw tears out of Jean Blue. Instead, she froze for a moment before giving Tanner a call. Like a child who did something wrong, she was eager to find someone to lean on. “Graham’s dead. “His belly had sunk in. I locked him in the cellar and forgot to bring him food. He starved to death.

Left through the side door. Never once looked at me. Vance turned to my father. "Alpha Hart. Present your case." My father stood. No notes. No hesitation. He'd done this before. Maybe not in this room, but somewhere. To someone. "Council members. This case is straightforward. My daughter is twenty-five years old. Unmated. Under my legal authority as her Alpha and father until she reaches twenty-six or is claimed by another Alpha through proper channels." His voice was steady. Reasonable. "She left Northern Ridge pack territory five years ago without permission. That constitutes illegal abandonment of pack duties. But I didn't pursue her. I hoped she would come home on her own terms."

"What's done is done, Stasia. You can beg for forgiveness all you want, but it won't change a thing." Stasia felt a wellspring of anger and frustration rising within her. She couldn't understand how Leah could remain so unyielding, so heartless, in the face of their own misdeeds. "Leah, how can you be so heartless? We were supposed to be friends, but you let ambition consume you. Is this what you wanted? To end up in a dungeon, alone and despised?"

She stumbled forward, falling to her knees beside Grace's chair. Holding back her emotions, her voice trembled as she asked, "Wistonia Lane… Madam Harper, you once lived there, paying a rent of 200 dollars a month. "In winter, there was no hot water. If you wanted a warm bath, you had to walk miles to a public bathhouse." Grace's expression changed. As if realizing something, she nodded heavily. Heather's nails dug into the chair as tears welled up in her eyes. "22 years ago, you took in a five-year-old girl. That day, she was holding a lollipop, searching for her mother on the streets."

It was far away enough that nobody would see and since Fynn still had some things there, even after all this time, nobody would think it strange if we went there. The time finally arrived and Fynn, the witch and I made our way to the old pack house. The first thing I noticed when we arrived was how incredibly quiet it was. Nothing moved and no sounds could be heard. It had become a sort of ghost town after Fynn and the wolves left and we never actually decided what we were going to do with it.

It is when your parents or people so close to you do not even give you a listening ear. They feel so right in everything they do. That is why so many children feel unloved and abandoned All these while I felt relaxed that my mom would hear me out but, she just disappointed me so badly. I do not think I can ever trust her and tell her anything. Ever! This would be my last mistake. After she left and went to prepare for work, I just laid in bed helplessly. I needed to get this out of me. I could not call my dad because he will not even answer my call.